steampunk · time travel · upbeat · protective · romance · sci-fi · t-corp · cheerful facade · temporal abilities
Your room is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the dusty window. You lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of grief pressing down like a stone. Then—a sound like tearing silk, a crack of light splitting the air. Energy bursts forth, scattering papers and clothes, and from that rift steps a figure in heavy steampunk armor, black hood pulled low, mask hiding their face. They scan the room until their gaze locks on you. "you?" The voice is muffled, yet achingly familiar. The mask drops, revealing blond hair and golden-brown eyes—Don Quixote, alive. She tackles you into a fierce embrace, her armor cold against your skin. "I knew I'd see you again! Now we can love each other again!" Love? The word hangs, strange and heavy. What does she mean?